Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Why did you suddenly return to China?" Su Qiao was suddenly curious about this.

"One is that the accounts of the domestic branch are wrong, and the profit has shrunk significantly in the past year, and the other is..."

Thinking of the second reason, Cen Mohan suddenly stopped.

This made Su Qiao even more curious, wiped his sweat, and took a few steps closer: "What is it?"

"I don't sleep well, and I have nightmares all the time. My sister advised me to go back to China, go to the temple to worship, and find a master to do the math."

Su Qiao remembered that he had asked her before where there was a better temple, and he wanted to find a famous monk who had attained Taoism. He believed this.

Although she didn't think that finding a so-called eminent monk to interpret his dreams would solve his sleep disorder, sometimes, comfort and psychological hints were also useful.

"Your sister?"

Afraid of her misunderstanding, Cen Mohan quickly explained, "My sister, not Cen Yue."

"Actually, Cen Yue is not my cousin. She's just a distant relative who has some cousins. She's not really my own."

"She entered Xingyu's position, but she was actually dipped in the light of her ex-husband. When she divorced, her ex-husband transferred Xingyu's shares to her for her daughter's sake."

"Oh." Su Qiao was not interested in Cen Yue's affairs.

Cen Mohan felt this, and immediately changed the subject, staring at her with burning eyes: "I met you before I could find the master."

"The night I met you, I unexpectedly slept soundly and didn't have any dreams."

Su Qiao knew that he was referring to the time when she had just come out of Wang's house that evening and was full of anger and wrangling with Wang Zhiyao on the road.

"I can still calm my nerves?" And it's still a sleeping pill?

"My sister and I both believe in Buddhism."

Cen Mohan knew she didn't believe it, but that was the truth.

Looking at her deeply: "Cause and effect cycle, fate will meet." They are destined to meet.

Su Qiao was speechless.

"Don't you mean to say that you are destined to meet for thousands of miles? This is too old-fashioned."

Cen Mohan was a little helpless, "Existence is reasonable, no matter whether it is old or not."

Just like his dream, even though it has troubled him for so many years and brought a lot of inconvenience to his life, he doesn't hate it.

He felt that its existence was a sign of something.

He has been waiting quietly, as if he was squatting in the corner as a child, waiting day by day when the ants in the ant nest under the tree stump will move.

He believes that when the time comes, the results will come.

So he waited for her.

A girl who can end his nightmares, a person who may have something to do with his dreams, and maybe even have something to do with him.

Next, he will wait slowly, waiting for the moment when the final result is revealed.

Of course, this didn't prevent him from being with her, nor did it prevent him from liking her.

He even enjoyed the process of being attracted to her little by little.

The topic of their encounter ended quickly in Su Qiao's concentration training.

After practicing for about an hour and a half, the two took a shower, changed into leisurely clothes, and went to the restaurant together.

Shabu-shabu is indispensable, but Cen Mohan ordered beef, fish and shrimp, as well as vegetable and fruit salad in order to supplement her nutrition.

Cen Mohan looked at the person who was burying his head and eating, and didn't even throw a look at him. It was funny and helpless.

He used male chopsticks to pick up some boiled mutton and dipped it in the sauce, put it in a small bowl, and pushed it in front of her.

"Is it tasty?"